The sorcerers staff and the wise child

With firmly shut eyes
and a flick of her wrist,
the incantation rolled easily
off the tip of her tongue.

And as she spoke
those gracious words,
a magical menagerie
of spinning sparks
flickered to life
in pulsating dances
radiating their resplendence
for all the world to see.

It was an unforgettable spectacle
worthy of wonder
which, would ultimately change
the course of time.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: The sorcerers staff and the wise child

Rosy red petunias and pretty pickled peanuts

Ravishing in red
She’s pretty as a petal
Just pitch the peanuts

© 2021 Michelle Cook

*And yet another one of my writing prompts doomed from the start. Where do I come up with these? 🙄


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Writing prompt: Rosy red petunias and pretty pickled peanuts

Hip hopping hoodlums and rash inducing radishes

Toxic thugs triumph
Causing skin crawling issues
Some blame radishes

© 2021 Michelle Cook

*I can’t believe I thought for one moment that I could successfully use this prompt, and I’m not sure how I even came up with this prompt in the first place. But when you’re conspiring with a twelve year old, anything can happen. 😉 I’m determined to keep my writing streak all month though. So please just shake your head and be on your way. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.


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Inky blackness and the faintest glow of light from around the door

The room was filled with inky blackness, and only the faintest glow of light could be seen from around the edges of the door. Once in a while, that faint light flickered, announcing the existence of someone in the hall. The sounds behind the door were mostly low and muffled, but every now and then, a shrill scream or clanking of metal could be heard. The most alarming sounds were the sudden scuffles of feet and the dragging of nails across wooden floorboards. Stifled whimpers often followed the tousles, along with deep moans and echoing groans. Sometimes the light beneath the door would abruptly disappear and then reappear as footsteps faded away. It was a lonesome place, with very little to do, but the sounds could stretch the mind, and for that, it was anything but uninspiring.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Inky blackness and the faintest glow of light from around the door

Foaming oceans and secret potions

Foamy, translucent blue swells
give birth to an abundance of tiny seashells.

A few find their path and scuttle away,
but many more find themselves lost in the vast array.

The stranded ones lie in crevices hoping they’ll be found
before the savage sea pounds them into the ground.

A few get noticed by curious little hands,
but most get tossed back into the abrasive sand.

The ones that survive are mostly made of pristine perfection
while the others bide their time in a constant state of rejection.

Silently they wish for secret potions that do not exist,
at last being pulled under, lost to the murky mist.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Foaming oceans and secret potions